Semua Bab 100 Steps to the Billionaire's Heart: Bab 1 - Bab 6

"Lyria, get out in that room right now!" a voice exclaimed for a thousand times on my door and I was not dumb to act deaf around. If it was a stranger, I wouldn't even mind and bulge. Unfortunately, I knew who it was.     I heard her low sigh from the other side indicating retreat and thought it was unusual. "Lyria, please don't do this, baby," she started muttering the same line, "...you know we still love you no matter what happens in this world."    A motherly lie.   I grabbed the nearest pillow on my side and immediately wrapped it on my head, not allowing a single voice to enter my ear. From my window, I saw how the sky was at its usual calm while my life was in chaos. I could have appreciated the blue hue and the scattered-like clouds right now if only t

Walking on the dark familiar empty road, the cold breeze of December touched my skin. It made me realize my existence once again. I'm alive, after all. Yet, those two words alone don’t seem to show any significance at all. It doesn't make me feel relieved knowing the reality that I'm breathing and able to move.  In fact, I'm disappointed somehow.   Though the streets are quiet, the rumbling noise of cars and busy people around the corner plays a painful sound in my mind.  A vivid memory I cannot seem to remember and stopped trying to understand for a long time.    Not a little longer, the inevitable darkness of the night started to creep in and tugged the usual strings on my heart, providing a peculiar comfort that has made me alive through these years. In my peripheral vision, I saw a house light up and what I assume

Stupid, reckless, and lack of sanity. Those words were like a cycle in my mind as the water came running all of my skin along with the moon's faint light. As bright as the night light, it was my own doom. I had to be out of my mind as soon as I dived into the unknown water without second thoughts. I was sure one had to be insane between the both of us. I wondered if it would be me who dared to save a suicidal person or a suicidal person who did not think at all while I was by his side?  I didn't want to know the answer. The moment I was able to grab the hem of his shirt, I dragged all his weight to the shore with my weightless arms. He was heavy, for heaven's sake, and I had no doubt my adrenaline rush made all this impossible carrying happen. This saving wouldn't even